Once Scott's head had stopped reeling from the plethora of information shared during the meeting in the control room (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101697.html), Scott went straight to Claire's room. The self-proclaimed royal alien Isabel had telekinetically thrown the very obviously pregnant Claire into a wall! (At least the Doctor's a cheerfully manic crazy alien,) Scott grumbled to himself. Isabel sounded downright unstable.
Scott stopped just outside the open door to Claire's room. The soon-to-be-mother seemed to be sleeping on a double bed. Damon lounged in a chair by her bedside reading a paperback. The redhead looked up before Scott had a chance to say anything. "Hey," he said quietly. "C'mon in."
(Her ankle's bandaged,) Scott noticed as the strode inside. He decided to ask about Damon's shoulder first. He nodded at the presumably stitched-up gunshot wound. "How's it feel?"
Damon shrugged, then winced. "Hurts."
Scott glanced at Claire, who hadn't budged, then turned back to Damon. "I can speed things along, if you want," Scott offered, keeping his voice down.
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[Scott] House call
Date: 2006-09-05 03:28 am (UTC)Once Scott's head had stopped reeling from the plethora of information shared during the meeting in the control room (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/101697.html), Scott went straight to Claire's room. The self-proclaimed royal alien Isabel had telekinetically thrown the very obviously pregnant Claire into a wall! (At least the Doctor's a cheerfully manic crazy alien,) Scott grumbled to himself. Isabel sounded downright unstable.
Scott stopped just outside the open door to Claire's room. The soon-to-be-mother seemed to be sleeping on a double bed. Damon lounged in a chair by her bedside reading a paperback. The redhead looked up before Scott had a chance to say anything. "Hey," he said quietly. "C'mon in."
(Her ankle's bandaged,) Scott noticed as the strode inside. He decided to ask about Damon's shoulder first. He nodded at the presumably stitched-up gunshot wound. "How's it feel?"
Damon shrugged, then winced. "Hurts."
Scott glanced at Claire, who hadn't budged, then turned back to Damon. "I can speed things along, if you want," Scott offered, keeping his voice down.